Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Do This Anymore ❯ Chapter 1

Disclaimer: Where might you not find one of these? Well, this is just my opinion of what might have happen. Not that it did.

Do This Anymore

By: Princess Ayeka

Bulma stared out the window beside her and watched the blur of trees go by. The peaceful view didn't smooth the scowl lines from her face though. The sound of a gentle hum prickled her ears as the train glided on the magnetized track. But only the screams could be heard in Bulma's head.

~Left on an eastbound train~

~Gone first thing this morning~

Only a few people sat on the train in the early morning hour. A man in the corner held a drab brown briefcase in one hand and stared at his gold wristwatch every five minutes. In another section of the magnet train, a young mother struggled to keep her baby quiet.

Bulma found herself occasionally looking at the woman and feeling envious. She wanted a baby. But her biological clock was ticking and dreams of a family suddenly seemed thrown out the window.

Bulma sighed as she looked back through the large window. `The real world is so fake,' she thought as the trees blurred by once more. `People are so fake,' her mind finally settled on. This pretty much translated to `Yamcha is an ass.' Well, in her mind anyway.

~Why's what's best for you~

~Always the worst thing for me~

Baseball became his life. Most of the time anyway. Sure, Yamcha took her out to diner sometimes, but as soon as that cell phone rang, Bulma didn't matter.

Usually before he even got his greeting to whomever was on the other end, Bulma began to leave, whether it was his apartment or a restaurant. She smirked at the thought that his car probably knew her better than he did.

Yes, Yamcha had been unfaithful. He cheated on her with baseball.

~When am I gonna learn~

~Why - Cause I'm tired of hating~

The hotel room had been very lonely the night before. Bulma had every intention to stay at Yamcha's apartment for the night and return to West City later the next day. Unfortunately, things had not gone according to plan.

She hadn't just shown up uninvited at his doorstep. As a matter of fact, the couple had spoken on the matter only two days before. Bulma was to come over to spend the day with her boyfriend whom had been missing in action for over two weeks. Yamcha had agreed to the plan, claiming that it was a wonderful idea. So she traveled.

~When will it be your turn~

~Why - Cause I'm tired of waiting~

As Bulma pulled up to the baseball player's apartment complex, she was surprised to see him walking to his car, a large duffel bag in his hand. He looked as if he were going somewhere. But why would he go anywhere when he was supposed to spend the day with his girlfriend?

*Flashback*

She opened the door to the Hoipoi capsule car after she parked near the apartment building. She didn't bother encapsulating the red sports car, knowing that it wouldn't be necessary to just dig it out of her pocket again.

Yamcha had apparently heard the slam of her car door, and he looked up, plastering a fake smile on his scarred face.

"Bulma-chan!" He greeted, obviously surprised at her presence. "What are you doing here?"

Bulma only crossed her arms over her T-shirt clad chest and glared. "What do you mean `what am I doing here?'?!" she yelled. "Where are you going?!" She didn't wait for a response as she continued her tirade. "Or maybe you've already forgotten! That's right! The rest of the world is way too important! Much more important than your girlfriend!!"

~No I don't find faith in your false feelings~

~Not fooled by your misleadings~

Yamcha could not look at her icy blue eyes any longer. His own eyes darted to the ground below. Finally when he had something to say, he did look up from the grey cement sidewalk.

"Bulma . . . you know I love it when you show up, baby, but the guys called me yesterday and we're going to celebrate our win on Wednesday."

Bulma continued to scowl at his words. "That's nice Yamcha, but I talked to you about this two days ago! If you didn't want to, you could have just said so!" For some reason, tears began to well in her azure eyes.

~Won't buy this line you're selling~

~Tired of this lie you're telling~

"Bulma . . ." he tried to sympathize with the woman and reached out to but a comforting arm around her.

But Bulma couldn't take it anymore. She darted away quickly and stared him down with piercing eyes. They may have been full of tears by then, but they were fierce. "No. No more of this. I won't listen to this anymore! I'm tired of all the shit you've tried to feed to me for the past five years. It's not going to work anymore!"

~No I don't - No I won't~

~No I won't do this anymore~

Bulma stormed back to her car and ferociously slammed the door when she got in. Her day had been ruin. So, she decided rather than going straight home and being berated by her house guest, she booked a room in the nicest hotel and decided to go shopping to calm her frazzled nerves.

*End Flashback*

The train made a loud dinging sound and a cheery female voice came over a loudspeaker.

"We are now entering West City Magnet Train Station, please use our services again!"

Bulma was jerked out of her horrid nostalgia by the voice and realized that she was almost home. The train stopped slowly, signaling that she should get off the train, unless of course she wanted to go to East City. So, she stood and walked lethargically to the sliding doors.

Other people got on the train as she meandered off, through the doors and into the station. Various people also walked around, waiting for their trains, hurrying children around and what not. But Bulma just walked to the exit of the place and pulled from her pocket her capsulized car.

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~He says I'm only telling half of it~

~That's probably cause there's only half worth telling~

Bulma set her keys on the kitchen counter when she walked into the house. She then began pulling off her leather coat as she walked into the living room. Still with the coat in her hands she noticed the number of messages on her answering machine. Ten. And probably all of them Yamcha. She sighed as she hung her coat in a nearby closet and walked back to the phone. Before she pushed the play button, she was stopped by a voice from behind.

"You're back early," a deep male voice said from the stairway.

Bulma slowly turned around, grating her teeth as she did so. She knew who the voice belonged to and almost certainly didn't want to talk to the man. She wanted to avoid Vegeta as much as humanly possible today. Looks like those plans were ruined.

"Wow, so nice of you to notice," she said sarcastically. "You wouldn't happen to know where my parents are, would you? Or maybe who these messages are from?" she asked.

Vegeta simply shrugged his shoulders. "Your parents left about an hour ago," he said simplistically. As he made this small talk with her, Bulma noticed how much only a year on Earth had changed him. "As for the messages, they're from your `boyfriend'," he said the final word with distaste, which was also shown by his use of air-quotes. Yep, he had been spending too much time on Earth.

Bulma mouthed the word `Oh' and glanced back toward the phone. Vegeta's voice again stopped her from pushing the play button.

"There would have been more had I not gotten fed up with the damned thing and unplugged it." He then crossed his arms over his chest in a trademark style and began to watch her like a hawk.

"You didn't just blow it up?" She asked the rhetorical question with humor, actually finding it funny that he hadn't.

Vegeta just shrugged his shoulders and moved on to the kitchen, probably after food.

Bulma smiled at his response. Earth had certainly changed the uptight Saiyan. But of course, not too much. He was still an egotistical bastard, or she tried to make herself think that.

Suddenly, and with happier thoughts, Bulma left the messages to the phone, not really wanting to know how sorry Yamcha was this time, or how much he wanted a second chance. `It's time to move on with life, buddy,' she thought to herself with dignity, `Cause I won't do this anymore.' She then marched up the stairs with a jump in her step so to speak, and began to prepare for a better, possibly more fulfilling, life.

*Yippee!! Check it out!! It's done!!

Amazingly enough, I have found my true calling. Song-fics. That's right. Song-fics. For some strange reason, though I do write regular fanfics still, songficcys have become my favorite things to write. Hm . . . Is it because of my love of music? Or maybe because of my lack of commitment to something? I don't know, but here it is.

This song is a very good Nickelback song titled `Do This Anymore' and it is from the album `The Long Road'. If you don't own the CD, or don't have a copy, get one! I'm promising you that you will not regret it. No, I am in no way involved with the band except that I saw a concert featuring them once.

Okay, enough rambling! Now it's your turn to ramble in a quaint little review!!*